She loves me more than anything. I love her more than the word. I could love him much better; if he can’t see it, he’s blind. He calls me cutie and I don’t know where this is going to go. Welcome to my world.
Jonnie Dresden
-John Keating
There are times in your life when you look at the small things and remember, “I am still alive.” And that’s when you smile.
Self portrait without a mirror
Unedited.
It seems like everyone’s trying to find their place. Open your heart and be loved and you’ll find it’s easier than you think. Don’t try to be somebody. Be true to yourself and you’ll find out that we’ll all connected by love.
Through a looking glass, I’m not Alice and this isn’t wonderland. I am my own mad hatter and it is very much my unbirthday.
Her hand touches his hot skin and he’s going to burn. Inside his soul slicks over with sweat and the ice that forgot to melt. The candle burns low, lower than her desire.
She forgets to breath and he forgets to love.
Nothing left to go wrong.
It snowed.
